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After the dinner they decided to take a walk towards the Eiffel tower.

As Zayed looked at Aveline, looking up at the eiffel tower, he couldn't control anymore.

He pulled her against him startling her.

"What are you doing Zayed?" She asked and her voice came out as a husky whisper.

"I just have to do this Aveline" he said and swooped down to capture her lips in his.

He felt Aveline stiffening in his arms for a moment before melting against him.

The kiss was sweet and gentle in the beginning which turned hot and passionate soon.

They sprang apart from each other when they heard a wolf whistle and turned to see a bunch of teenage boys looking at them. And one

among them had the gall to wink at them.

"Let's get back to our suite" Zayed said and pulled Aveline towards their car.

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*mature content ahead. Only 18+ please. Other please try to restrain from reading*

Ava leaned over her private section of balcony, sucking in air and trying to lower her blood pressure.

Her entire body screamed with frustration, and she didn't know whether to plunge under a cold shower or pull on a pair of running shoes and pound the streets of Paris.

She dug her hands into her hair but that just reminded her of the moment he'd done the same thing so she folded her arms instead and paced backwards and forwards, breathing deeply.

Of all the stupid things to do.

What on earth had possessed her?

That too in a public place.

With hundreds of people walking around.

"Aveline"

Hearing his rough voice, she whirled around and saw him standing there.

"Get out of here" The words stuck to her dry mouth and she licked her lips, trying not to think about the way it felt to kiss him.

Her own self-control was non-existent and she hated him for that.

"I can't" came his husky reply.

"Seriously, Zayed, let's just forget the whole thing and-oh, God-" The sudden pressure of his mouth

on hers silenced the rest of her sentence and she moaned indistinctly as his tongue swept into her mouth, the erotic invasion sending her head into a crazy spin and her senses into freefall.

Sexual excitement flashed through her, ignited by the skill of his kiss and the sure strength of his hands on her body.

"Zayed" She moaned his name as he cupped her breast with his hand, the rough pad of his thumb grazing over her nipple.

"Honestly, we can't-" She gasped as he drew her against him and restraint and common sense melted in a warm puddle of molten desire.

"Or maybe we can" Her arms were round his neck, pulling him down to her as he pulled her in.

They kissed with a searing, primitive hunger that burned up logic and caution, their mouths greedy, seeking, hot as they feasted, lost in the burning fire of the moment.


The world centered on the two of them. She was no longer aware of the city that stretched beneath her, or the warm whisper of the night breeze.

All she was aware of was him- this man who is kissing her.

When he lifted her in an easy movement and carried her from her small terrace through to the master bedroom suite, she simply tightened her arms around his neck and kept on kissing him.

Paris sparkled through the windows but neither of them spared the city a single glance.

As he lowered her gently to the centre of the enormous bed, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he shrugged it away.

The swell of muscle in his shoulders bunched as he supported his weight and came down on top of her, the movement so innately masculine that

her breath caught.

As his warm, clever mouth trailed down her body Aveline writhed against the silk sheets, her body gripped by such intense excitement that she couldn't keep still.

The need to move her hips was almost painful and she writhed and shifted until she felt his strong hands grasp her, holding her captive.

Deprived of the only means of easing the burning ache between her thighs, she gave a murmur of protest- a murmur that turned to a gasp as he spread her thighs and used his mouth on her, the skilled flick of his tongue driving her into a frenzy of desperation.

It was impossibly intimate but she didn't even care, and she surrendered to the feeling, mindless to everything except the pleasure he created and controlled.

The excitement built and spread until it exploded

in a bright burst of light, her climax so extraordinarily intense that she couldn't breathe.

As consciousness gradually seeped back into her spinning head she opened her eyes, but she had no time to recover before he moved up her body and kissed her.

Sensation after sensation slammed into her and she wondered dimly how it was possible to want someone this much.

It was a devouring hunger, a greed she'd never imagined before meeting him, and this time she took control as she pushed at his chest and rolled.

She was aware that he was far too strong to be pushed anywhere he didn't want to go but it was clear he was willing to play her game and he rolled onto his back, his eyes glittering dark as he watched her from under those thick black lashes.

As she kissed her way down his body she heard him groan. Relishing her own power, she slid her mouth over the velvet length of him, using her tongue and her lips to drive him wild until he groaned and lifted her towards him.

"I want you. Now."

In the grip of the same desperation, Ava moved up his body and straddled. She positioned herself over him, her nerve-endings sizzling with awareness as she felt his swollen hardness brush against her.

His eyes narrowed to two dangerous slits, he closed his hands around her hips and thrust upwards. Sure and confident, he drove into her and she gave a soft gasp at the feel of him as he surged deep.

Just for a moment she thought He's too big, but then he paused, his fingers biting into her flesh as he held her where he wanted her.

"You're incredibly tight. Relax, my lo -"

Ava cut his sentence off with her mouth, nibbling at his lips, stroking with her tongue.

Shivering with longing, she lifted mouth from his so that she could look at him, her breathing rapid as she rocked her hips, taking him deep.

This time as he surged into her he watched her, and that depth of connection increased the chemistry until she knew on some deep, subliminal level that this was so much more than what they had the first time.

It was the most erotic, intimate experience of her life. Sensation built and clawed at her until he drove them both over the edge and the explosion of ecstasy ripped through them both simultaneously.

Wave after wave of it slammed into her until she collapsed against him, the only sound in the room the breath tearing at her throat.


She felt the pounding of his heart and then his arms tightened around her, his hand gently stroking the length of her spine. He didn't speak, but she knew he was as shocked as she was.

For a moment she just lay there dazed, then exhaustion took over and she fell into a dreamless sleep.

Emerging from a sex induced coma, Zayed cuddled a sleeping Aveline against his chest, kissed her forehead and mumbled.

"Happy birthday Aveline"